Charlie walked into the FBI offices with Amita, both looking excited. Their wedding was still two months off, but, they would have to change that definitely, because Amita could only tell her parents the babies were so premature... More than a month and they might not buy it, especially if they were big...

Don looked busy, but still gave his brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law a happy smile when they came in.

"Hey, Charile, Amita." he said, clearly glad they had come in to take him away from what he was working on. It was a nasty case--- one he wasn't sure he would ask Charlie about this time. Not really something he wanted him involved in.

"Hi, Don." Charlie breathed, sounding a little out of breath. "We have... news, yes, news..." he babbled. "See, doctor... doctor said..." he continued, not noticing the fear sparking in his older brother's eyes at the word 'doctor'.

He frowned as Don grabbed the phone.

"Donny, what are you doin'? I have news!"

"Well, you said doctor; what's going on?" Don demanded. "Is somebody sick? Are you sick? Amita?"

Amita smiled, handing Don an ultrasound picture, and Don broke into a wide grin.

"Is this... are you two...?"

Amita nodded, grinning as wide as he'd ever seen. "Twins!" she burst out.

"Twins?"

Don pulled first Amita, then Charlie into a hug. "That's great; congrats, you guys!"

"Thanks; you're the first to know." Charlie admitted. "Dad's been packing, and we came straight here from the doctor's office. We're moving up the wedding."

"Wait... seriously?"

"Well, I'm not telling my parents until two weeks precisely after the honeymoon." Amita said firmly. "The babies will be 'slightly premature' as far as they know is all."

Don raised an eyebrow. "Slightly premature?" he echoed, smirking. "And probably about eight pounds each."

"Actually, twins are usually much smaller than single birth babies, 'cause there's not as much room to grow in there, plus, Amita's naturally tiny..." Charlie started explaining. "Gives her some leeway..."

"So, when's the wedding moved up to?" Don chuckled.

"This weekend?" Amita said, biting her lip. "I mean, I've got the dress, and Charlie said Alan put together Val Eng's wedding in your backyard in a four day period..."

"Yes, and he'd be thrilled to do that for you, I'm positive..." Don grinned at her. "So... boys? Girls? One of each?"

"Don, they're the size of popcorn shrimp right about now. They can't tell yet." Charlie said.

"Well, just so you know... Donna is an excellent name for a girl."

Charlie rolled his eyes. "I'll keep it in mind."

"I kind of like Lola." Amita said softly.

"No!" Both Don and Charlie said.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Dad... used to go around singing the Copacabanna song like, all the time. It wasn't that long ago he cut that out." Charlie said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, that sucker gets stuck in your head for a month." Don added.